American History

America is the greatest country! She's is strong, courageous, and full of faith!

Last night was a horrible loss for John McCain. A good man and American hero. I will be the first to say that I did not agree with everything he stood for but I did agree with him more than I did with Barrak Obama. It was a known fact, at least to me, that the man I was voting for was not going to become the President-Elect, but, I knew that I needed to stand for what I believed in.

Last night we saw History, some of the most unbelievable American history. Whoever says that the color of ones skin changes the way they vote or treat someone is NOT American. I love the fact that we have an African-American President-Elect! I just don't agree with his politics and I fear what the next four years hold for our families, our troops and the rest of the world.

As an American you can't help but feel the excitement of the moment... but it wasn't long lived. Above all, God is in control and ultimately His will is done. He has a purpose. As a Christian, we are to pray for the authority over us, this is pleasing to God.

I respect our new President and pray that he proves me wrong.


NOW can we (I mean I, since I seem to be the only one that talks about such in my world) move pass the political talk and start blogging about life? Personal life, not life as an American. I wonder how long this will last... Ha Ha.

The Morning of September 11, 2001

I can vividly remember the morning that the planes hit on September 11, 2001. I was eighteen, fresh out of high school and enjoying the fact that I could sleep in, for a short time at least.

The phone rang before everyone was out the door to work, the unbelievable had happened. I remember overwhelming fear and helplessness. I didn't want anyone in my family to leave the house. I thought that things were going to go downhill from that point on.

My mom took us to the church to be with other church family that were shaken up. Business evacuated and closed for the day as we all watched the mystery unfold. That evening we stood with our neighbors and lit candles for those lost.

Life really had changed, but we revolved with it. Do you remember what was different before the morning of September 11th?

Today wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, children, friends and collegues remember their loved ones and those that they spent day after day with. Forever gone from them.

Jelly Legs, Fighter Jets, and Babies

Have you ever been so afraid that your legs turn to jelly? Wobbly, no strength legs? Just skin and jelly bones. Never has that happened to me... until last night.

My sister, SIL and I were watching a movie, relaxing after work before our WW meeting, when we heard a rumbling. We looked at each other not moving. The rumbling got louder and louder and we jumped up and started screaming. I heard my sister screaming something about a plane crashing and I took off. We were yelling but couldn't hear each other. My first thought was, this is it, and then blank... no other thought but to hide. I can't hide because the plane is bigger then this house. I immediately started looking for someone to hold on to when the rumbling started subsiding to the point where I could hear my SIL screaming from the front yard that there was a jet.



Now let me tell you, we've had fighter jets go over a couple times a year since the path to and from bases are above our home, but never has this happened.

Once outside, I could see the jet in the distance. I felt my legs starting to give out and my chest getting tight as I fell on our porch bench. Dramatic? I would say so if I had not just heard and felt the rumbling. My body was shaking from the nerves and the fear that I had just experienced. I managed to get my jelly legs to work to check on my dad and my mom who had been out walking. Neighbors came out of their homes and stood on the front lawns looking up. I called my brother who was on the freeway 5 or so miles away and he said that the jet had just flown over. I called my younger brother and as I was on the phone with him, another one was coming. I knew what it was but still my heart began racing and my hands shaking. I ran out to the front yard to see it go over. My poor brother didn't know what was happening, all he could hear was, "Their coming back!", "Oh, Jesus!", "I'm scared", "Look at those missiles!!" lol.

I was jittery the whole night and what made it worse is the sirens going off during and right after, we think that people might have had a little too much of a scare like us.

Too much excitement for me! I would never survive in a war zone or on base!

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My Bloggy Buddy, Katybug, at Watercolor Wisdom or Lack Thereof had a Baby Girl yesterday!